Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Lord!!"

Xiong Huan knelt behind Ling Xiao and bowed deeply towards the magic armor.

At this time, his eyes were full of tears, and even the breath around him was inexplicably desolate.

"Do you recognize this magic armor?"

Ling Xiao's tone was calm, but she was a little curious in her heart.

God, what kind of existence is it?

Why does his name make the nine heavens abhor and all spirits terrified.

But, all the powerhouses who have followed him are all determined and unrepentant.

Even the demon generals like Xiong Huan and Liang Yi, who were originally standing on the top of the sky, were willing to give up their cultivation, step on the cycle of reincarnation, and fall into the mortal world, just to wait for the return of the Lord.

Liang Yi, burning reincarnation, appears briefly one after another, waiting for a thousand years like a day, waiting in life and death.

Xiong Huan, even if his vitality was exhausted, he took obsession as his soul and finally waited until Ling Xiao appeared.

With their strength, it would not be too difficult to hide in the Nine Heavens and live in style.

However, the two still chose the most difficult and painful way to spend this long life.

Is the devil dead?

It should be dead, otherwise Ling Xiao would not exist.

But no one can guarantee that one day he will really be reborn.

Even if Liang Yi burns Samsara and sees something, but what he can see, really no one else sees it.

Heaven, impermanence.

This is what Ling Xiao has been worrying about.

Above the heaven, is there anyone who overlooks the common people and uses all spirits as chess, or playthings?

"This battle armor is something of a demon?"

Ling Xiao sighed lightly, with some inexplicable vicissitudes in his eyes.

"No forgiveness magic armor, the Lord's battle armor."

Xiong Huan got up, his eyes were a little scarlet.

Although, the aura on Ling Xiao's body is no different from that of a demon.

However, it was always difficult for Xiong Huan to completely coincide with the figure in his heart.

"No pardon?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows slightly, but he did not expect that the name of this magic armor would be so domineering.

"Yes, this battle armor can be transformed into a thousand forms in normal times, but when it really shows this battle posture, it will kill anyone who sees it, and the immortal Buddha will have no mercy."

Xiong Huan's eyes were full of fascination, and thousands of fighting intent suddenly burst into his eyes.

"Actually, I've only seen the final form of this innocence twice."

"Whoever sees it kills without mercy?"

Ling Xiao nodded and chuckled, as expected of a relic of the demons, such dominance is worthy of the immemorial number one demon.

"Then, does this ancient demon blade have a name?"

Ling Xiao grasped it in the palm of his hand, the magic blade appeared in his hand, and the demonic intent on it overflowed uncontrollably, surging the sky.

And on the Unpardonable Demon Armor, there are also magical radiance that complement each other, like a close friend, reunited after a long absence.

"This magic blade is called Samsara."

"Reincarnation?"

"A knife strikes, the ancient sky, the way of heaven does not exist, and the worlds are reincarnated."

Xiong Huan's eyes were obviously filled with awe, that kind of pious fear, and Ling Xiao felt a little touched when he saw it.

This is the dominance of the demons, stepping on the top of the sky and overlooking the common people.

The world praises my real name with fear and piety.

"What rank are these two spiritual treasures?"

Ling Xiao nodded lightly with anticipation in his eyes.

I don't know what kind of terrifying domineering and brutality they must be after these two fetishes really break the seal. "Grade? The subordinates don't know, the subordinates only know that these two divine weapons are the treasures of the Lord. They were conceived from Hongmeng and born at the beginning of the world."

"It turns out that, Xiong Huan, you help me protect the law."

In the end, Ling Xiao didn't say any more, raised his foot and walked towards the Wushen Demon Armor.

Today, there is no strong man in the ancestral land of the crocodile, and there is a seal of the Nine Dragons Prisoner Array, and no one can easily break in.

The reason why he asked Xiao Ping and others to slaughter the crocodile that day was just in case.

After all, the magic in the forbidden area of ​​the ancient temple just now is too daunting, and it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be recognized.

Kill them all to be safe.

As for the ancestral crocodile spirit, even if he has some means in the magic armor, it is probably the imprint of the spirit.

With the existence of the ancestral talisman, any soul that enters Ling Xiao's soul sea will end up with only one.

"Yes! Lord!"

Xiong Huan bowed down and turned to stand beside Ling Xiao, like an ancient golem, without a trace of breath.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, walked in front of the Unpardonable Demon Armor, and gently stretched out his hand, stroking the ancient battle armor that accompanied the Heavenly Demons to conquer countless years.

At this moment, he could feel that with the touch of his palm, the devil in his body unwittingly overflowed and eroded away into the magic armor.

And on the armor that was originally rusted by Madara, a faint black light began to bloom.

The rust fell off, revealing one of the ancient black armor carved with thousands of magic patterns.

On it, one after another remnants were striking, and in the middle of the magic armor, there was a ferocious crack that pierced it and pierced it.

Obviously, this Unforgivable Demon Armor has been destroyed.

It is also true that when the demons alone fought against the four ancient gods and hundreds of millions of immortals, they all perished.

How can this armor be as complete as ever?

"Om!!"

Gradually, the dark light above the magic armor became more intense, Ling Xiao's eyes were slightly condensed, the true body of the demon manifested out of thin air, and the endless demonic meaning evolved into a vortex, covering him and the magic armor.

One after another, the pictures floated into the eye, and I saw an ancient figure standing in the blue sky. Under it, there were a series of immortals wearing golden armor.

The golden light is bright, as bright as the divine sun.

Only that ray of black, like the obsession of nine days, was gradually annihilated by the golden sun, but it was immortal.

The heavens are all wearing golden armor, and a magic light breaks through the sky.

Time passed slowly, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

During this half-month period, countless dark tides have arisen in the endless seas.

There are ice demons who have brought disaster to the world, killing countless sea area powerhouses.

All those who were slaughtered by it were transformed into ice sculptures, and their bodies and souls were all lost.

There is also a young demon walking in the sea, threatening to slaughter all the evil spirits and become a blood feud for the human race.

The entire sea area is shrouded in a layer of shadow, but the land of the southern border is equally frightened.

Countless tribes were slaughtered, and the Gantian Demon Sect, which had disappeared for a long time, seemed to reappear.

The sky and the earth were dark, and there was a faint cloud of blood covering the void.

What makes people strange is that in this storm, the Palace of the Emperor of the Sea was surprisingly quiet.

Even Haihuang Ziyan may not have appeared in the world for a long time.

Until one day, in the Palace of the Sea, a golden glow suddenly rushed into the sky, reflecting the eternity.

A ray of Kamui swept across the sky, sweeping the sea, Zi Yan just walked out from the depths of the hall, her eyes calmly looked at Xi'er's retreat, and there was a touch of charming charm on the corner of her mouth.

Three hundred years later, the day has finally come.

Next, it should be the real battle of heaven and earth.

The co-owner of all clans, Zhou Yandao, are you worthy?

Some things, what if you take them, after all, you are just a thief, and you have to bear the revenge of this world.

Zi Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the figure instantly disappeared in place.

At this moment, in his jade hand, a golden talisman was flashing with scorching light.

"Purple Emperor, the ancestral land of the crocodile, there is movement!"